The first snow falls and it’s magical. The light flakes float from a silver sky and I sit by the window, mesmerized by the sight, watching until the flakes form a thin layer on the grass and sidewalk. It’s all hushed at 3am, so quiet you can actually hear the snow hitting the ground. I am spellbound by nature, entranced by its beauty.

And then I remember. I’ll need to drive to work in this. I’ll need to get out there early and clean off my car and shovel the driveway. I’ll have to…